As dusk set in at Chepauk, the sky spreading its palette of colours, Finn Allen decided to show his true colours. He biffed Junaid Siddique, a medium pacer born in Multan, over the sight-screen. A wide and dot ball later, he jumped to the off-side, balanced himself on one knee and scooped Siddiqui for a six over fine leg. A brace of fours off the last two balls took the returns from the over to 22 runs, and put New Zealand on a frantic path to surmount the competent, but not daunting, target of 174. In the city of Carnatic music, a heavy metal concert was in full swing. Eventually, they consumed just 15.2 overs without losing a wicket to emerge victors in a relentless carnage of boundaries, bolstering their net run rate in the group of death, which they have almost negotiated safely. But sinisterly for other teams, New Zealand are steadily peaking in a tournament they have bafflingly underperformed in, fixing one flaw after another. It’s classic New Zealand; they are seldom pre-tournament …